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opal jasper, #9: poem 3
Title: POEM 3
Author: S. /sunfright
Color: Opal Jasper, #9: year and a day.
Styles & supplies: Miniature, resin, panorama, silhouette, gesso.
Story: Polyanaktides
Wordcount: ~80
Rating: Gen
Warnings: N/A.
Summary: Imagine it was Gorgo's poetry that survived the ages, rather than Sappho's, exhibit three.
What is a marriage,
If not the last stronghold against carnage?
‘Yoke-mate of Cleina’, they call you,
‘Mine’, I call you, myself.
I am one of very few
Who benefits from your wealth,
Not the gold and silver in your purse,
But your mind and tongue that grow sharper yet
In the passing of the years.
We live the life that the days shall never forget.
‘Yoke-mate of Cleina’, they call you,
While this is the name I, myself, gave you:
‘Eternally mine.’